Homestuck: Alternia Bound [closed]

You stealthy scale up the mountain side behind your Hawk Lusus' - Vaheri's - nest while he finishes picking apart the animal he caught for himself. You're now above him, not directly, but just enough... He starts looking around and you press yourself to that darkest part of the mountain side, you blend in easily thanks to your mass of black you call hair and the shadow added by the moon over viewing the other side of your mountain. He turns his attention back to his snack and you peer from under the curtain of black covering your right eye so the visible on doesn't give you away due to the yellow covering.

Bird-brain's not paying any attention to you, completely unaware of your presence... good. A sly grin spreads across your face and you just have to wait for the right moment... wait for it... wait for it...

"Caw, ya motha fuckin' dumb ass!" You leap from the cliff side as Vaheri tries to fly off so you can't jump on his back and annoy the hell out of him, but you grab onto his tail feathers and climb up steadily while he attempts to throw you off by flying as fast as his feathers can carry him. You just hold onto the feathers on his back and enjoy the ride.

Your name is Irivam Torano.

You slide yourself out of your Slime Pod, yawning and beginning to wipe the warm, soothing substance from your body. You slip into your T-shirt and pants, not forgetting to tie your cerulean bandana around your neck. You smile and call out to your lusus.

"Hey, I'm heading out early to get food!" you announce. Your lusus, a rather large bat, screeches back in what you think is approval if the crazy bastard could speak. You wave before approaching the entrance to your Hive, stepping outside.

It's that time of night right before the sky turns completely black, where the light orange on the horizon is just bright enough to where it's only slightly uncomfortable, not the blinding light of the daytime. It's nice to see-and one of the main reasons you get up so early. Most of the other trolls are probably only now crawling out of their Recuperacoons, but you want to be at the market before the others get the good stuff. Batmom always gets pissy when it isn't fresh. You head into the bulk of the city with a smile on your face.

Your name is Donwik Shrook. 

As usual, you are building automail parts in your workshop. Of course, you are waiting for your moirail to come over, too. Outside, in your treehive, is your giant Mantis Lusus, safeguarding you. Not like you need his protection. Your powers of SUBJECTIVE REALITY are getting to the pojnt where it doesnt even hurt your head anymore. Waiting for Enidia is just a part of your everyday list of things to do. Except for certain days. Certain days, Enidia would just stay there. But enough about that. What are you building?  To be more specfic, it is an arm. Arms are your specialty. You're an arm building expert. Its safe to say, you're kind of a big deal.

You watch the moonlight filtering through the leaves, your silver eyes almost glowing. The moon is full, and if not for the leaves blocking most of the light you would be wearing your glasses to protect your mutated eyes, but under the trees your eyes gave you an advantage over the average Troll. Around you are the sound of the jungle's predators, but as of yet they have left you alone. Although you cannot see him, you know your falcon Lusus is above the trees, shadowing your movements, and that he's eager for you to leave the jungle.

He take your eyes from the moonlight, and resume your journey. You can hear waves nearby, so you know that you are almost out of the jungle, but you know that doesn't mean you can relax. If anything you become more watchful than before, knowing that the denizens of this place will be unlikely to let you leave unmolested.

You are now Enidia, THe forementioned moirial to Donwik! You are currently trying to breed a special type of moss with will explode when it leaves what it has grown on. Its tough, and you have the burns and holes in your hive to prove it, but with your BIOKENETICS, its simple enough. Your hands need to be calm and unmoving to make sure that the seeds combined right. You would go out to meet your moirial soon, with your snake lusus ready for her to climb on without a second thought.

You finished melding the seeds, the burgandy glow around them finishing. You then plant the seed in the ground and stand, jogging outside. "Come on! Let's go!!!" You yell out excited to your lusus. She was half asleep, slithering slowly towards you. You climb on, and you set out towards your moirial home. Your too excited to see him, you could almost explode!

Your name is Prycon Mayhem.

You are on the run. This is a normal occurrence for you, running from others, though this time it's because of something you did rather than just your blood. You were sneaking through the crowded market street, when a careless purple highblood reached into their sylladex and you saw into it with your thiefKind, and boy oh boy did she have some valuables in there. So, passing behind her while she was sorting through it all, you snatched a hand out and yoinked an item straight from her card, some sort of bejeweled pocket watch? She had been smart to not have it on her person and in her deck, but she hadn't known someone else would be able to reach right into her deck at take it. None of them do.

As soon as you've got it you shove it into the pouch pocket you have on the inside of your pants, rather than the outside like the norm, because it's better safeguarded that way. Then you take off before she's got much time to cry out in surprise, weaving expertly through the crowds. It seems that you'd get off scott-free as she and her companion tried to find you-- they hadn't even seen you take it, so they didn't know who they were looking for! You blend in perfectly in the crowd with taller trolls unknowingly covering your escape. You weren't noticed.

Or so you thought, before some midblood tried to trip you up with a.. gavel on a rope? Your lusus, who was scoping for you on the rooftops, chittered and warned you in time, so you were able to duck behind someone else and let them take the blow for you. That ought to stop that hoity toity wanna-be legislacerator. She is held back as she pulls in her weapon and apologizes to the other troll, helping them up before resuming the chase.

You are certain she won't be able to catch you.

Wake up. Your hair is sticky. This isn't your hive either. Seems you were in the city after a night of hard apple bingeing. You stand and slip out of the recuperacoon, heading towards the door, whoever was in that coon with you probably won't miss you terribly anyway. Another conquest under your belt. You head out into the streets and wander around looking for something to eat.

You find a small Diner like area, or whatever trolls had instead, fuck it, you find an Eatarena, where you dual your meat to the death before its cooked, the better the fight the less the cost. They drop a hog lusus in with you, and you hope its not someones guardian, because it didn't last long. She gorges herself and a few urchins on the remains.

(Ignore because I am dumb and didn't read the thing :P)

Your name is Enodia Triodi.

At the moment, you are going about your normal morning routine; wake up much too late, scribble down your dreams to work them into your dreamfiction (something you yourself have invented; a story into which you incorporate your dreams for about a month) later, when you decide you have time to spare. After that is food, countless boring things which you pretend are incredibly exciting, and then you slip back up to your respiteblock for some computer time, your lusus Galina at your heels.

Really, your morning is incredibly uneventful. That is, until you realize that today is supposed to be shopping day. Not that you particularly enjoy the shopping itself, but a trek into the city a few miles away always proves a wonderful time for adventure. So you drop your current activities, gather your star-patterned sweater, and embark for the city.

You are almost to the shop, and almost finished with a most treacherous journey to the deathly mountain range of Dragon's Hills, when something manages to shock you out of your stupor-like state.

What seems a blur of red and grey shoots past you, closely followed by a few more blurs, which quite literally knock you off your feet. But you aren't going to remain there.

Adventurous spirit sparked, you are quick to your feet again and racing after the small crowd, Galina right with you. After a moment of rather unproductive running, you dart into an alley and try to cut the leader of this bunch off on other side of the block. Which may or may not work, considering it's mostly a shot in the dark... the crowd could have gone the other way.

You violently hope not, and wait there for them to swing around. You want the adventure.

You are now the weird shemale, mystery blood, thing person who won't let us know your name yet... wonderful. You lusus is still trying to shake your ass off of his back unsuccessfully. Then suddenly he begins to fly up, and up, and- oh shit. Suddenly your in a downward, free falling, spin over a city! Then he suddenly opens his wings and flies upwards, also effectively forcing you to loose your grip and plummet to the ground below. "FAAAAAK YOOOOUUUUU!!!"

Instead of splatting you land on a troll who breaks your fall unwittingly... and then brakes his neck upon contact with you and the ground. Doesn't matter to anyone though, it was just a yellow blood. And his horn was broken, ha! You're just gonna store this guy in your Guess Who Modus for later~

You stand up and start walking around the city. First, find out where you are; second, go back to your cave; third, wait for bird brain; finally, strife with that motherfucking ass hole!

Your fleeing had garnered attention, a lot of attention. Too much. You need to lose you tail. So after knocking down some chick in a dumb star sweater, you make an illusionary copy of yourself, wrap it in some of your telekinesis force to give it some feel to it, and send it shooting off, and ducks into an alleyway and right into some trash to hide. The morons who had been chasing you run after it like chumps, and you shift in your hiding spot of the trash pile to peer out of it.

Someone enters the alleyway after you, and runs right past your hiding place to wait at the end. It's the troll with the star sweater you knocked over, and she's peeking around the end of the alley like she's waiting for something. You don't really care all that much about her, but the lusus following after you is cause for concern. So you try to quietly exit the trash pile, but the sight of the purple on her sweater makes your lip curl, and you can't help but to speak up. "If you're waiting for that troll they're chasing then you're shit outta luck; they won't be coming back around this way if they know what's good for them." And since it was you illusion they were chasing, you know it does. It ducks into a far off alleyway at the edge of your reach and disappears, and they'll be searching that area for you for ages.